Done for The Book of Night, Perseid Publishing, this particular piece was an illustration for the poem The Crows of Las Cruces by Kurt Newman. This may sound terrible, but I can’t even remember what the poem was about. As I began reading it, I saw imagery of a black shapeless mass, moving, pulsating, and growing as it moves toward the viewer. As the shape gets closer, things begin coming into focus: beaks, talons, feathers, and wings. And all too soon, you realize that the shape of death is upon you, and it is too late.